We're watching you now We know your every move There's just gotta be some kind of a conspiracy For us to try and prove We've got a video camera Armed with an infrared lens It's aimed right now at your front door Making stars of you and your friends The script is written with you in mind Before you go for the part The director's a sergeant Who tells the crew when to start We wander thru your neighborhood Dressed in tacky hawaiian shirts We try to look like f**ing tourists Our objective is to see you get f**ing burnt It really doesn't mater if you lead a life of crime When you f** with the biggest gang in town We can guarantee you your time The phone is bugged — of course — Don't you know? — They all are We've got a radio transmitter Hidden in your car Parked across the street In a hollywood hydro van Your house windows are vibrating We're picking up what we'll call your master plan We know we can annoy you make life difficult But our job is quite simple — To crush another cult You people seem to have An unacceptable way of life All good sh**izens have a job Two kids and a nagging wife Unless you people conform And play this sh**ty game by our rules Or were just gonna have to continue To prove we're nothing more that f**ing fools